User blog comment:Llamao/The Strangers/@comment-3474228-20120318172914/@comment-1298206-20120407230625

As they near the spot where they fought the one Stranger earlier, Flippingston tosses the third hare who was with them over his shoulder and continues to run like death is so close that he can feel its breath on the back of his neck

''Chapman drops his confident air as the clanking grows closer. He mutters to himself under his breath as he races alongside Flippingston'' "Oh corks!"